Degrading Recompense
A story about a wolfess who's gotten in a bit deeper than she'd expected into some shady dealings, and so, to pay back those she owes, she is forced into a rather degrading recompense.
This Story will contain the following: F/Solo, Weight gain, forced-feeding, fat, mobility issues, wardrobe malfunction, light slob (sweat, messy eating, burping), TF, oral vore, soft vore, digestion
The night was cold as a new moon was in phase, neglecting to offer much moonlight to the city below. Only the occasional neon sign lit the way now as the female wolf wandered her way down an alleyway towards the building owned by the genetics corporation, SpliceTech. Rebecca had come to know that she'd receive a message from them sooner or later as she had taken out a loan from the location's owner, a large, muscular Great Dane by the name of Alistair Armstrong. And seeing as she'd been slipping up on her payments, two furs in black suits came to retrieve her. One led her forward as the other walked behind, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to escape. And soon enough, she entered the building, its interior designs and decorations made it seem almost futuristic, and to a degree, the work they were doing there did indeed fit the bill. They were a private corporation that specialized in genetic modifications and alterations, however, their test subjects weren't always as willing as they claimed they were, but by the time any public media attention ever even thought about looking their way, the reporter in question would mysteriously disappear.
Rebecca was led right to the top of the building, where she soon found herself faced with the seven-and-a-half foot tall great dane she'd dreaded seeing again. His fur was white with a merle pattern appearing in splotches along his muscular figure. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and an emerald-green tie that matched his eyes. Those same eyes fixated upon her when she entered, a disapproving look in them as he leaned back against his desk lightly "Rebecca, I'm so glad that you decided to come and see me. I think we need to have a little chat." He informed her, his tone deep, though in some ways fairly smooth. The sort of voice one might expect to hear from a devil upon their shoulder. The brown-furred and fairly chubby wolf woman gulped softly and replied "H-Hello Mister Armstrong, I uh.. I know that I'm a bit behind on my payments but-" She began before he would shake his head lightly, causing her to stop mid-sentence "No, we're passed that point now, Rebecca. This is not your first time failing to pay me back on time, and I frankly don't trust that you won't run away from me if I decide to let you go again. We've had this conversation before, and I have no intention of wasting my time further. From now on, you are going to do some work for me." He explained, his almost glowing-green eyes continued to stare at her, striking deep into her heart a sort of intimidation that not many could inspire. She felt powerless, but somewhere inside of her she also felt a burning defiance, "And what kind of work would that be?" She asked, appearing to develop a bit of an attitude. He would then take a few long-legged strides forwards towards her as she was seated in front of his desk by now. He took from his coat a syringe, glowing with a dull pink hue. He then held it closer for her to see "You will be.. Temporarily taking on some new genetic qualities for me and performing a series of tasks. If you fail to comply with my demands, you'll lose any possibility of receiving the reversal agent. Do you understand?" He asked, his tone more stern as his hand remained upon her chair's arm, his body blocking her from standing up.
She would narrow her eyes at him then, knowing full well the sorts of thing that he did to the furs who were made to "work" for him like this. He would inject her with this formula and get her hooked on watered-down versions of the serum until the work was done. She then shook her head "No, I won't do that! You can't force me to-!" A large hand came from behind her and covered her muzzle as she was forcibly silenced as another set of arms held her down, it was Alistair's goons, and she was going to be injected whether she liked it or not. He soon used a claw to tear a hole in her legging before he stabbed the syringe into the fatty part of her thigh, pressing the plunger down as she was injected with the genetic agent. And almost immediately, she could feel a change as she shrieked beneath the hand muzzling her from the pain of the sudden injection. Her body grew subtly softer, and within her stomach, she developed the sensation of ravenous hunger. In her fluffy tail she could feel a subtle spiral to it now. He'd injected her with the genetic sequences of specific swine-like qualities. She then felt her wrists being tied to the armchair she'd sat in as Alistair took a step back, as did his employees. She then yelled at him, "What the fuck did you do to me?! Do you know how much trouble you'll be in when I tell the media about this shit?!" She asked, voicing her threat of whistleblowing, but when a smirk tugged at the edges of his lips, her heart immediately dropped. He wasn't concerned, or afraid, in any capacity of what she might do. That concerned her instead, wondering what he'd do.
But, she wasn't left waiting long before he would snap his fingers, two more guards carrying in a struggling feline who was bound by lengths of rope along his wrists and ankles, as well as a cloth tied around his face to prevent him from making anything more than muffled noises. Alistair then moved to stand in front of her, his associates bringing the feline above her head "Now, piggy wolf, you're going to swallow your little friend here. He wanted to try and blow the whistle on us, too." He said, and as she looked up, she recognized this feline from the news. He was a reporter, and now, he had clearly used up all nine of his lives. She struggled against the restraints upon her "N-No! You can't make me do that! That's murder!" She yelled out, trying to find help, but she was on far too high a level in the building for anyone to hear her screams that might help her. He then grabbed her chubby face and "helped" her keep her mouth open as the cat's head was lowered into her maw, panic in his yellow eyes as the black-furred feline was soon to be sitting in her belly, but she had no way of stopping such a thing. But as soon as her tongue felt the fur of the cat's head, her throat almost instinctively began to relax and widen as her tongue tasted over the poor reporter's fur, letting out a soft, piggish snort as she began to try and gulp him down as her mind entered a haze, her new inner pig deciding that this would do well for a meal that could satisfy her deep hunger. Various "glkks" and "glrks" were heard as she slowly began to set the cat down her gullet, Alistair's hands no longer required to assist her as her body began to greedily gulp down this new morsel. She could feel his head bulging out her throat as her lips soon found his shoulders, requiring the great dane's workers to help push him down into her, which a few piggish snorts showed appreciation for. Her sounds of gluttonous, degrading devouring persisted as a bulge in her belly began to form, pulling up her shirt as it slowly grew, his torso soon moving passed her lips as his hips soon followed, her tongue tracing the outline of his cock with its wet, slimy texture, and in the midst of his own demise, the cat's small length twitched as her tongue felt along his average-sized package, slowly sending him further and further down before finally.. She came to, feeling herself swallowing the last of something before she took a deep breath afterwards which was followed by a loud, piggish belch. She blushed with embarrassment before she looked down and her brown-furred face went white with shock beneath said fur as she could feel the reporter struggling within her as her chair subtly creaked beneath their combined weight. Alistair's rather impressive and clearly modified length was erect within his tight dress pants. He had gotten off to this display, and it infuriated her. How dare he find enjoyment, even pleasure, out of making her do such a thing. Tears formed in her eyes as she yelled at him "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME EAT SOMEONE?!" She shrieked, his smirk widening in a devilish smile as he chuckled "Well, Ricky was becoming something of a problem for us, and frankly, I wanted him gone. From now on, piggy wolf, your job is to do as I say with that newly elastic belly of yours. If you ever wish to have any hope of not becoming a full-on gluttonous pig, you'll do what I say, when I say it, how I say to do it." He spoke, before he would motion his hand for his men to remove her restraints and drag her to her new quarters, tears streaming down her chubby face as she knew now that she was technically a murderer now. For the next few hours, she'd be churning up that poor cat, and her body wouldn't let her even consider forfeiting her new meal. In just a few hours, he'd managed to force her into being a criminal, one who certainly couldn't run away from him now.
By the time that the morning rolled around, she softly yawned and sat up, or rather, she tried to. She wasn't at all used to the weight that now adorned her body, having graduated from being chubby to being outright fat, sporting a large, wobbling gut made from last night's meal. Her whole body had softened, her clothing now struggling to fit as she slowly rolled herself over to the edge of the bed and sat up at last, finding a note in her little room on the desk that read "Whenever you wake up, come back to my office. You're going to be going on a job for me today. Your handler will be waiting for you there." She grumbled softly at such a turn of events, finding herself irritated by everything. She couldn't believe that she'd really eaten someone, but her new padding on her body didn't lie. When she entered, she found a black wolf waiting for her near Alistair's desk, though the great dane himself wasn't present. He wasn't quite as tall as Alistair was, but he was definitely over six feet tall. She blushed as she looked him over. If they were under different circumstances, this muscular wolf would totally be her type. He was handsome and had the sort of fluffy fur that only a few breeds of wolf possessed that made his fur actually soft. He would look up to her as she waddled into the room, which only made her blush more and avoid his gaze.
"Hello, Rebecca. My name is Erik, and Mister Armstrong has asked me to brief you as well as accompany you to the jobsite. I'm sure you have many questions, but I don't think they're for me to answer, so I won't. To start off with, I'll be taking you to a warehouse for the donut shop chain known as "Donner's Donuts". They are a subsidiary to a company that's been giving our corporation some trouble as of late. Your objective will be to eat as much as you can of their stock." He informed her, which she narrowed her eyes at "Really? Do you think I'm willing to commit another-" He then cut her off by pointing up behind himself, to cameras which were clearly recording at the moment "Mister Alistair wished for me to remind you that you were on-tape when you vored that reporter. You aren't innocent here at all. If it were all forced, then maybe you'd have a case as a victim, but all your eager little squeals threw that out the window." He informed her before he would stand up, putting his phone that he'd been reading from away as he would walk towards the doors "Come on, then. We have a job to do, Rebecca. You will have to earn your keep just as everyone else. Unless you'd like a pig nose to match that tail and belly?" He asked, clearly parroting words he'd been told to say rather than having his own remarks, at least for the moment. She then grumbled and followed behind him, though found herself working up a light sweat just from waddling to the elevator, which squeaked lightly when she got on, which earned a light smirk from her partner. It seems as though he found her weight to be comical, which only made her feel embarrassed even more as she'd looked to him as a male she might've wanted to be with. Either way, it seems she'd been fattened out of such a pleasant fate.
Once they had her loaded up into the van alongside himself, he drove her to the warehouse, which had a gate that was "accidentally" unlocked for their ease of access. He pulled up with her to the loading bay area before he got out of the car, watching her slowly let herself down from the seat and onto the pavement below, which caused her whole body to wobble, her cheeks once more igniting with anger and feelings of anxiety as well as embarrassment. Even if she wasn't fully one, she already felt like a pig rather than a wolf at this point. He then opened the door which had also been unlocked before he led her into the warehouse, where she soon found herself faced with a plethora of different sweet smells. In every direction, there were pallets that were loaded up with donut boxes, some of which smelled fresh, as if they'd been delivered only an hour or two before they'd arrived. She then softly grumbled some more and raised her nose before she plopped herself down onto her ass "I won't do it, Erik. No. I refuse to commit any more crimes." She said, trying to put her foot, or rump rather, down about the matter. But.. That's clearly why they'd set Erik. He had no issue using a claw to tear open the plastic that kept the pallets in place grabbing a few boxes, opening the first one and stuffing it into her maw, her response of "Hey! Wai-.." was muffled by her chewing and swallowing, him informing her "If you don't eat what I tell you to, the guards might come over to check the cameras. They're down right now. If your ass doesn't get it into gear, you'll be dealing with the sensation of two people in your belly instead of one." He told her before he continued to stuff the donuts into her face, her glaring with her brown eyes focused on him as he clearly didn't care in the slightest about making sure she ate what she was meant to. Though, it wasn't long before her inner pig again decided to come out, her beginning to obediently eat the donuts from his hands, even licking them clean of the glaze and frosting before she slowly managed to get her ass up and began to gorge herself on the donuts before her. She began to grunt and squeal every so often as she gulped down and devoured every donut she could reach, eating messily as her face was soon covered in various glazes, icings, and creams as her mind went back into that dazed state of pure gluttony. She needed to eat it all desperately, and that's exactly what she did. In only about an hour and a half, she'd managed to gorge herself on several pallets' worth of donuts, the emptied boxes and crumbs littered around her as her belly was almost red with fullness. She lazily rubbed her gut as she let out soft squeals of pleasure from her binge, her nose looking a bit more pig-like than it had before they'd arrived. Seeing as she was done, and was close to a food coma, he slowly dragged her fat ass by the back of her shirt towards the van, before it too ripped, having been stretched out by her binging and growth from the night before, leaving her fat tits to pop out and rest atop her massive dome of a gut. She had also begun to sweat almost excessively, lines of her sweat visible as they raced down her belly and across her brow, him having to resort to grabbing her by the hem of her pants and dragging her down the ramp towards their van. It was a strenuous affair to be sure, he even had to lift her fat ass and roll her into the van before finally shutting it, letting her settle into her food coma as she groaned softly from her fullness.. This was a lot, and in that small part of her mind that was aware of her actions, she knew she'd probably need new clothes special ordered to accommodate how fat she was soon going to be from her massive binge.
After their successful mission, she'd been injected with the watered-down serum to prevent her from going full pig. When next she awoke, she found herself dressed in new clothes that she hadn't remembered putting on, but she also found herself with a smaller range of vision than she'd remembered, seeing brown-furred obstructions at the edges of her sight.. Were.. Were those her cheeks? She immediately tried to bring her arms up to touch them before she noticed that she also found her arms were harder to lift than before, before she raised her arms up before her fat face and her eyes practically bulged out of her head, her hands were fat, her fingers sausage-like with her claws not far from being buried in pudge. She was mortified, was her body really being used like this? All to pay back some debt? It was getting excessive in her mind. And so.. She decided to try and make a break for it. She had to build momentum with several attempts at rolling over before she got over finally, having to swing her legs as fast as she could not to end up stranded on the ground, but once she got onto her feet, she felt her whole body jiggle and wobble with its excess. She couldn't even think about seeing passed her now massive breasts, or her even larger belly. She managed to slowly waddle her way to the door and open it, almost wheezing from how hard such a previously insignificant task had become. She was sweating all over, her clothing drenched as she had to put her fat hand on the wall as she slowly made her way towards the elevator, having to stop multiple times to catch her breath somewhat before she was able to even think about continuing on. And all the while, her belly was groaning and growling, pangs of hunger flooding her senses as her flabby, piggish body demanded more food. She was getting so hungry as she managed to press the down button on the elevator, slowly managing to step in before she heard a loud creak from it, suggesting that she was nearing its limit as far as what it could hold went. She pressed the "L" button, but it only went down one level before it stopped, seemingly demanding that she get off. She cursed to herself as she tried to continue onwards.. Before her fat nose detected a plethora of smells coming from one of the doors in the hallway she was now stood in front of. She was so hungry. She had worked so hard just to get to the elevator.. Surely she could just stop for a quick snack, right?
Rebecca, at a snail's pace, whilst leaving a trail of sweat in her wake as she waddled, slowly made her way to the source of the smell, finding some sort of golden trough waiting in the bedroom, along with a bed that could easily fit five of her. The food was so greasy, she could see all the fries, and burgers, and pizzas, all dumped into this container. Who could've wasted food like that? She certainly couldn't let it get cold and spoil! And as such thoughts continued on, she found the piggish part of her returning, taking control and making her slowly make her way into the room, not caring that the doors shut behind her, or that as she stuffed her face into the trough it read "Piggy Trough", it didn't matter. All of those red flags were dismissed as her inner pig, well, pigged out. She let out oinks and squeals of need and happiness as she gorged herself on all the fattening contents of the deep trough, slurping, chewing, and gulping just about anything she could get down her gullet that was there. It felt like hours had passed by the time she "woke up" again, breaking her gluttonous stupor as she found her entire front, as well as her arms covered in a variety of greasy, sauces, juices, and so on. She hadn't stopped sweating whatsoever as she now found herself grounded by her massive belly, her poor, flabby limbs unable to lift her bulk as she could feel the edges of her eyes grow heavy as a food coma was coming on again.. But not before she saw the door open, and the great dane she despised appeared, two people this time tied up and in his grasp. She was conscious this time as he stuffed them down her fat throat, they were thicker, fatter than the cat she'd eaten. Through a variety of gluttonous "Grlkrs" and gulps, she soon sent them both down her throat.. Able to feel them battling one another, as well as all of her meal, for occupancy in her belly, feeling them kick and struggle within as she squealed with the pain of it, looking to Alistair in desperation, and now, she saw a smirk upon his lips as he held a vial in his hand. It was bright pink, just like what he'd injected her with when she'd started "working" for him. She found herself reaching for it desperately as those piercing eyes taunted her. He was offering her salvation from the pain.. All at the cost of becoming a fat, greasy, messy, slobby piggy. And when he pressed the vial between her fat fingers.. She threw every drop of it back before she passed out. A fat, useless pig at last.
Hey there everyone, I hope you enjoyed the story. I've made the part two already, so I hope you'll all check it out!
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